Because under this hypocritical smile, there is a sneer in the heart. This is the so-called smile hidden in the heart! Edmund doesn't want to be confused about the people at the wine table because of a brutal meal.
After ordering a few home-cooked dishes, Shen Luo generously brought a box of Tsingtao beer, feeling as if he was ready to die. Suddenly his eyes rolled, and he asked the boss for two bottles of Beijing Red Star Erguotou. The most taboo thing for drinkers. It's not that I drank too much, but that the white beer was mixed in. This spicy and vomiting feeling makes me very uncomfortable.
The two foreign friends who were unaware gave Shen Luo a thumbs up, secretly grateful for this guy's over-enthusiasm. Yan Qianyu glanced at Shen Luo, and the latter blinked. Yan Qianyu would not treat him as a good person. These two guys reminded me that after coming here, let them adapt to China's basic national conditions first.
Perhaps it was the first time this small shop entertained foreign friends, and the portions of the dishes served were much larger than usual. The two guys who had not even mastered chopsticks dropped their chopsticks in a very graceless manner after smelling the aroma of the dishes, and turned to fight. knife and fork.
To hell with grace! This was what Edmund was thinking at this time. But Ino was much smarter than him. He appropriated a Chinese idiom in his mind: When in town, do as the Romans do!
The two foreign friends had a great time eating, and the boss who was standing aside preparing something was extremely happy. At least we didn't lose the charm of China, a country with great food.
Shen Luo asked Yan Qianyu out of the corner of his eye, as if to say: What are the backgrounds of these two guys? They seem to be quite gentlemen, but why do they eat so "purely"?
Yan Qianyu felt as if he were at home, picking up the chopsticks skillfully. He was not like a starving man gobbling up food, nor was he like a nobleman. He felt very natural. He did not have to behave like an aristocrat every time he ate. A real aristocrat. The so-called aristocracy is just an excuse to compare one another with others and make people angry. Yan Qianyu's identity is very special because he is not considered a British aristocrat, although he has all the characteristics of a noble.
Edmund took a sip of Tsingtao beer, which tasted pretty good. Although he was more familiar with red wine, a must-have for various banquets, he was not averse to beer that was not very high in alcohol content.
"Come and try our famous wine, Erguotou." Shen Luo looked at Edmund with a sly look. Once upon a time, when he, a young man who had just entered the society, came into contact with white beer for the first time, he drank so much Being drunk, especially the spicy feeling at that time, still gives him a lingering fear even though he is a good drinker.
Shen Luo poured him a glass calmly. Judging from his experience in drinking, it was about three taels. Not too much, not too little. This amount of liquor was enough to give Edmund a headache for the first time.
Perhaps Edmund and Ino were so happy after eating that the two people ignored the proud look on Shen Luo's face. Edmund casually picked up the glass of white wine and gestured to Yan Qianyu and Shen Luo coolly, as if He took a big sip like water.
Suddenly, the expression on the face of this British nobleman became more and more exciting. The spicy taste stimulation made this guy who was not good at liquor hold his chin. He was afraid that if he received more stimulation from the outside world, he would perform a scene called " A rare scene involving a British nobleman vomiting in public. His pride and self-esteem would never allow this to happen.
Ino seemed to notice the strange look on Edmund's face. He calmly put down the white wine that was supposed to go into his stomach and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Edmund could only use an innocent expression to show that there was nothing wrong with him. Anyway, he had been set up by the hateful guy opposite, and he would be very happy to have one more person to share this feeling of "pain and happiness".
Ino was not the kind of person who followed the trend. He took a sip of white wine and immediately understood Edmund's intention to lure him into the water. "Yes, it's really good wine." Ino said with a sincere smile. Shen Luodao.
Edmund knew that this was Ino's "retaliation" for his unworthy behavior, but he could only eat Coptis chinensis in silence, and he knew the pain.
The end of this heart-wrenching dinner for the two British gentlemen, especially Edmund's head was dizzy when he came out. After all, he is better at red wine, not this half-baked white beer.
When Edmund returned to Fengyun Manor, he went straight to the residence arranged for him by Yan Qianyu and lay down comfortably on the spacious bed. As for the plan Yan Qianyu gave him, that was for tomorrow.
Yan Qianyu gave up the flamboyant red Ferrari Enzo and drove an equally expensive Mercedes-Benz S600. The Fengyun Group president's car that Mei Qingnan equipped for him did not have arrogant corners, but was stable and majestic.
After "communicating" with the director of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang TV stations, Ouyang Qing, the entertainment program host, walked into the financial program amidst the surprised eyes and surprised looks of others. Amidst the opposition of a considerable number of viewers, Ouyang Qing Qing completed her daily tasks step by step.
Entertainment programs focus on comedy and a pleasant atmosphere, while financial programs are relatively more rigorous. After getting over the initial discomfort, Ouyang Qing slowly found the secret to doing such programs. The station director is very satisfied with the slightly improved ratings of financial channels.
Ouyang Qing, who was taking a day off, was invited by her friend Jiang Huanxi to have afternoon tea together. Ouyang Qing, a gold-collared woman, had invited this famous strong woman in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces countless times, but she always failed. When things go wrong, there must be a monster. Ouyang Qing seemed to smell some other smells.
This is an exquisitely decorated teahouse, giving people a feeling of being far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. There are various people sitting here, including the arty nouveau riche sitting there with their fat beer bellies, their eyes always looking elsewhere; There are young men and women who are smiling and discussing this topic enthusiastically; there is an old man who is over seventy years old playing chess and sipping a sip of tea in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, giving people a mysterious feeling. Of course, there is also the focus of attention today, two people. The women, not very flashy in dress, but with outstanding temperament, were chatting and laughing face to face.
"Huanxi, I haven't seen you for a long time. What have you been busy with recently? If you don't give me a reasonable reason for inviting me out this time, I will fall out." Ouyang Qing's delicate face had a joking look on her face. In terms of expression, both she and Jiang Huanxi are the kind of women who can look stunning without makeup, and the light makeup at this time highlights her charm and tenderness.
Jiang Huanxi's smile was very pure, the kind of smile without any scheming or thoughts. This smile reminded Ouyang Qing of the smiles of many happy women after marriage.
"Didn't you often complain that I couldn't come out with you? Why did I invite you today but you got the handle?" Jiang Huanxi ordered a cup of cappuccino. In fact, she prefers fragrant tea, but unfortunately the quality here is really good. Let her not dare to compliment.
Ouyang Qing ordered a glass of orange juice. In her words, this sweet and sour feeling was like life. Occasional setbacks would only make her more persistent.
Persistent women all have their own stories, Jiang Huanxi has it, Ouyang Qing has it, the stubborn He Qiangwei and the cold Mei Qingnan have it too. If you include Yan Qianyu's romantic debts in the UK, it seems that those of him and the women around him
There is no shortage of stories. And women who have stories often have experiences they don’t want to look back on.
Jiang Huanxi and Ouyang Qing, two beautiful women in a foreign land, both wanted to prove themselves, so it was fate for them to meet and get to know each other.
"Huanxi, are you in love?" Ouyang Qing, who had looked at Jiang Huanxi carefully for a long time, couldn't help but asked in a low voice. Thinking of Jiang Huanxi's strange expression sitting next to Yan Qianyu at the charity dinner, she felt inexplicably nervous.
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Love? Jiang Huanxi once sniffed at this word, but now thinking of the man with the hateful smile on his mouth, he smiled knowingly and said: "Well, that's right."
"Which young master captured the hearts of our poppies from Jiangzhe Province?" Although she knew that the probability of this person being Yan Qianyu was more than 99%, she still had a smile on her face. A bitter smile,
Only Ouyang Qing knows.
Jiang Huanxi did not see the other meanings in her smile, and said with a slightly red face: "He is a bad person, a very bad person, but sometimes he is very careful, so you can't ignore his existence."
"Are you willing to give up everything you are working hard for for him?" Ouyang Qing was unwilling to discuss Jiang Huanxi's relationship at this time. Although she could see that her friend was already attracted, she was troubled by the unreasonable heartache.
"Ouyang, when you find a man who makes your heart beat standing in front of you, you can't help but give up everything for him. Leaning on the chest of a spacious man, that feeling is really wonderful. Maybe the past persistence has made
I lost my passion for life, and work became everything in my life. However, when I looked back, I realized that what women need most is not proud beauty, a seductive figure, or a luxurious life wearing gold and silver.
Someone you can rely on without any pressure when you are tired." Jiang Huanxi said with firm eyes.
"If, I mean if, he has many confidantes, what would you do?" Ouyang Qing said in a low voice. She avoided Jiang Huanxi's eyes because subconsciously, the intersection between her and Yan Qianyu came from her own
initiative.
Jiang Huanxi was silent. She had thought about this problem, felt uncomfortable, and struggled with it. The woman named Mei Qingnan who came to her company gave her an invisible pressure. The confidence she had always felt disappeared in front of that cold woman.
Yes, Jiang Huanxi compared him with the other party in his mind more than once.
She shook her head. Maybe this problem was not something she could think through now. Jiang Huanxi smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know, but I will never give up easily."
This is what women are like. Once they are deeply involved and grieve deeply for a man, they will not look back easily. This is the so-called persistence!